As happens all too rarely in this city, at the recent Hobart Fringe Festival’s “What’s Wrong with (Hob)art?” Forum, we three guests, performance artist and underground film maker Andrew Harper, Ouse born Irish entrepreneur and owner of Mouse on Mars Patrick Caplice and myself spent as much time listening instead of telling the audience what we think is wrong. Which in no way makes the following ideas superfluous so much as in urgent need of wider distribution, if not even more direct forms of concerted action …

At first all I could think of as an answer to “What’s Wrong with (Hob)art” was proffering myself. I’m fairly sure there are any number of local and state government arts and cultural bureaucracies who believe that if I weren’t here, their problems would disappear.

That’s about as silly as trying to float down the Derwent in a claw footed bath tub, but unfortunately, there are still many flat earthers who think art critics and cultural commentators simply don’t belong in the arts in our community.

But nor do artists belong here it transpires.

Readers of my weekly column in the Sun Tasmanian know that one of my main criticisms of the current state government is its failure in spite of a number of opportunities to appoint a single artist to the Board of Trustees of the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.

As I get older, I will unfortunately get more and more boring until this situation changes or the newspaper fires me. Until then, I’ll repeat this urgent Tasmanian specific situation for those unfamiliar with how it works in all state art galleries in every other capital city in Australia; TMAG is the only public art gallery not to have a single artist on its Board of Trustees – that means the premier art institution in our state lacks any recognizable professional expertise and critical credibility in the visual arts in its trusteeships, let alone its executive. They’ve got pharmacists, gallery owner’s husbands, city council aldermen, academics, public servants, entrepreneurs, bookshop owners, but not one single artist.

So much for the acceptability of artists in our community huh?

No wonder TMAG is bulging with stuffed convicts and offensive assemblages of multi-tribal activity! No wonder our city is overcrowded with the work of one single artist who’s bewitched our city council into believing that bronze is best, no matter how bad it is, when it comes to choosing public art for our state’s capital.

I’ve come to the conclusion that because they won’t actually engage with living artists in such estimable positions of public responsibility, the current state and local authorities have almost no idea of who artists are!

But in the experience of asking this question so persistently, I am forced to ask another perhaps more dangerous one. Am I the only person in this city who thinks it’s not ok for TMAG to have no artist on its Board of Trustees? Am I the only person reaching for my sick bag every time I pass one of far too many bronze commemorative waves, encrusted with raised historic lettering attempting to pass itself off as legitimate work of art? Why are artists too afraid to speak up about these fundamental issues affecting our identity and the integrity of the visual arts in this community?

This Forum’s oddly worded and deeply loaded question has intrigued me to explore an idea that I rarely get to write about here in Tasmania. I’m not sure I can answer the question of why artists are afraid to speak up on behalf of integrity and excellence, but I have a few ideas as to what might be contributing to this dangerous status quo.

This Forum’s oddly worded and deeply loaded question has intrigued me to explore an idea that I rarely get to write about here in Tasmania. I’m not sure I can answer the question of why artists are afraid to speak up on behalf of integrity and excellence, but I have a few ideas as to what might be contributing to this dangerous status quo.

In recent years, I’ve come to the awkward and somewhat unpleasant conclusion that we’ve fallen into a trap in Tasmania in general and Hobart specifically. It’s the trap of allowing “creativity” and “culture” to be described as a lifestyle, rather than as hard won life long vocations. Hobart is big on lifestyle isn’t it? Fine food, out-door dining, beautiful wines, fresh seafood, alfresco jazz all imbibed in a relentlessly convivial atmosphere of monochromatic cheer, against a backdrop of clear skies and dappled river light. Excuse my cynicism, but does all this add up to a challenging intellectual menu of fresh ideas and dangerous ambitions, or is it more about one particular target market’s comfort zone?

This scruffy annual parade of dredlocked, anarchic, emboldened, feral, brassic, drum beating intelligence, insight and indignation, that no matter what Robyn Archer throws at it, is a horrible dark, under-funded below ground hybrid thing that just keeps on mutating and surviving.

What’s wrong with this tranquil picture of a form of leisure that has to be earned and carefully guarded by price point? Is this “lifestyle” image merely a portrait of one particular socio-economic group of (mono-cultural) consumers, rather than our own very nuanced, complex, questioning, rebellious, seditious, disloyal selves? Has marketing Hobart as worldly and desirable created a grand but inescapable prison of cultural ordinariness? Not only are our African and Asian families and the many other new faces of Hobart missing in this “lifestyle as culture” portrait, but also so too are most of you here at the Hobart Fringe. This scruffy annual parade of dredlocked, anarchic, emboldened, feral, brassic, drum beating intelligence, insight and indignation, that no matter what Robyn Archer throws at it, is a horrible dark, under-funded below ground hybrid thing that just keeps on mutating and surviving.

So, here’s my question again. Who invited the international trend of lifestyle shopping to replace the integrity and courage of difference that must naturally be found at the heart of the arts in Hobart if it is to be any way an authentic experience of our existence, let alone artists’ finest abilities? What has so actively dissuaded us from bothering to protest loudly and frequently about the serious institutional shortcomings in our visual arts industry? Given the wealth of genuine artistic talent here, why haven’t we actively and openly addressed the extraordinarily low status of the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery’s engagement with Tasmanian artists? Is there any other state art gallery in this nation that dares replace the necessity of critical excellence and respect for artists with departmental boasts of increased tourist visitors?

Lifestyle as culture

What do the people in the happy Hobart “lifestyle as culture” pictures talk about other than where to shop on the mainland and who went to school with whom? Do we really need to know, or are their interest areas sufficiently represented in the safe-as-a-pram 2005 Ten Days’ programming? Here’s where my question has inevitably leads to my next line of inquiry. Are the arts being dumbed down by Hobart’s vision of culture as a “lifestyle” choice rather than honoring the committed vocations of writers, artists, poets, musicians et al? Without properly functioning authentic, nationally recognizable models of excellence in the visual arts and literature in Hobart, we may never actually know the answer to this one.

Yet it is unfair of me to focus on one particular socio-economic group in the lifestyle as culture debate. Why? Because, as uneasy as it makes me to say in it in a room full of rebellious anti-social creatives, we too are guilty of conditionally “lifestyling” our commitment to and engagement with the urgent need for models of artistic excellence in our community. In saying this, I realize I’m proffering another bone of rank contention. Even so, my belief is that in selecting environmental issues as the primary focus for political dissent, Tasmanian artists have become identified as choosing to work here because of an unusually active need for clean green unadulterated vistas to stimulate them to make their work. Everyone from the Minister for the Arts, to the Greens, to the Liberal party has absorbed this mistaken – and I suggest, somewhat middle class – vision of Tasmanian artists being drawn to work here because of their outstanding need for fresh air and green horizons. Tell that to an artist in Lodz or Liverpool and he’ll tell you that this is simply another “lifestyle” choice, never an artistic necessity for genuine inspiration and insight. In both places you could expect to be dismissed for being so fussy and equivocal about where you make your work as an excuse for not making it, or not making it well enough.

So to me, it is just as important to ask whether the social culture of environmental protest has also hijacked the vocation of making art by turning it into a lifestyle ideal? It’s a complex and potentially contentious argument. I’m sorry to say, much as I too dream of an end to old growth logging and environmental devastation, clean air and litter free roadsides will never actually make Tasmanian art any better or worse than it already is. To make great art, we have to risk believing in great art’s most grandiose aspirations as well as the inspiration of other great artists’ struggles, journeys and exquisite aesthetic discoveries.

Protest and resistance

Having said that, as an art critic and cultural commentator, I recognize that if indeed protest and resistance are the strongest areas of subjective interest for Tasmanian artists and their followers, then our arts institutions should be actively servicing that interest with professionally developed exhibitions, projects and commissions exploring the best national and international artistic practice in this particular field of interest. Given our cultural history, perhaps we should aspire for our cultural institutions to become a centre of excellence for local, national and international art that focuses actively on protesting injustices. The work of international artists Hans Haacke, Joseph Beuys and Jean Michel Basquiat all belong in the active eye line of an arts community such as ours that’s impelled to question authority through subjectively directed artistic expression, with or without genuine artistic innovation.

But I’m guessing these particular heroes of mine are relatively unfamiliar names to most art lovers in Tasmania. In spite of the popularity and historic merit of their respective political bete noirs – racism, corporate malfeasance and environmental destruction – their cultural breakthroughs have occurred not by endorsing their respective community’s subjective needs for art to assume a central role in forwarding dissenting social commentary. No, they changed the world not as a consequence of the issues they fought for, but because of their emboldened unconventional inventiveness as visual artists. At best, artists are visual philosophers, intent on provoking new perceptions through shifting familiar realities, disabusing assumptions and pushing our spatial and cultural expectations just that little bit further from the safety of our conventional axis.

As an art critic in Hobart, I’m pretty much beholden to what local artists themselves believe subjectively compels them to choose certain kinds of imagery. But it is also my obligation as an art critic to ask whether a painting of a clear fell site for instance, can operate as a work of art without any of the cultural imperatives that threaten to love it to death here in Tasmania. Unfortunately, if the work of art that aims to place the issue onto a contemporary art gallery wall fails miserably as an authentically original artistic idea, then it’s my job to say so.

Have I complained enough? Throughout this community there are so many instances of individual artist’s courageous determination, fierce independence, intellectual integrity and genuine open-hearted curiosity. The Fringe Festival is full of disruptive new voices and the murmurs of distant waves of dissent, revelation, aesthetic treachery and mad dangerous dreams of seduction. To me, it’s a healthy sign of our community’s slow but steady progress towards its aspired destiny to one day be recognized as the safest place in Australia where artists can think aloud.

Jane Rankin-Reid is a columnist with the Sunday Tasmanian and www.onlineopinion.com.au. This address was prepared for the recent Hobart Fringe Festival’s “What’s Wrong with (Hob)art?” Forum.